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Today I have author K. Lynn here with her new release, His Womanly Ways. This is such an intriguing blurb!

K. Lynn is giving away a copy, so read on and don’t forget to do the Rafflecopter thing at the end! 🙂

Blurb:

Alex is a womanizer. He makes no excuses for it. Yes, he picks up women at the local bar, leaving them with just a memory of a good night and a good lay, but he hasn’t had any complaints yet. That is, until he picks up the wrong woman. Not satisfied to be tossed aside as just another notch in Alex’s bedpost, she curses him, wishing he “knew what it was like for a woman.” And he’s about to find out what she means, embarking on a genderswap journey that he can’t stop.

Alex starts slowly gaining secondary female characteristics. Waking up with his cock gone, replaced by a vagina, was bad enough. Then it gets worse, as his body becomes more like a woman than the man he used to be. Alex tries to hide the changes he’s going through, for fear that someone will discover his secret, but keeping this quite literally “under wraps” might be impossible before the curse runs its course.

With the help of his female best friend, Eve, Alex tries to deal with who he is becoming. He feels like he’s lost his identity, his mind not matching the body he now has. But Eve sticks by him, and they become closer as Alex’s changes progress. What started out as friendship may become something more before Alex’s journey is over. Perhaps this curse was actually a blessing in disguise.

Excerpt:

“I don’t need you to courier anybody, okay?” he growled. “This is more serious.”

She gave him a raised eyebrow. “I’m not helping you get rid of a body either. That was just a joke. You can’t hold me to anything I say when I’m drunk.”

“Shut up, there’s no dead body,” he said, untying the strings on the front of his sweatpants. “There’s something wrong with me.”

“I don’t think the clinic can help me with this,” he said, pulling his pants and underwear down and sitting on the edge of the bed in front of her. Alex pushed his legs apart, splaying them so there was no way she could miss the problem when she opened her eyes again.

“Eve, just look,” he urged, looking up at her.

“No!” she said, keeping her eyes fully covered.

“Please, Eve, I’m freaking out here and you’re the only person I knew to call,” his tone was pleading now and he was starting to freak out again. “Just look at me.”

“I told you,” she began as she started taking her hand away from her face, “I don’t want to see…what the hell is that?!” Her eyes widened as she saw him in full glory, her face losing all trace of color as she stumbled back.

“You should know, you’ve got one yourself,” he said with a pasted-on smirk, but his attempt at humor fell flat.

About the author: K.Lynn has been an avid reader and writer since childhood. In her youth, she could most likely be found in the local library, devouring books that covered everything from WWII History to Dr. McCoy’s latest adventures aboard the Enterprise, with some X-Men thrown in for good measure. Once she had read everything that was on the shelves, she turned around and read them again. K. Lynn was also known to create elaborate adventures that more than once made it to the page. Ink-filled papers gave way to overflowing computer memory as the years went on, but the stories never ceased.

While in college, K. Lynn increased her involvement in LGBT issues and writing within the LGBT fiction genre. She has become a long-time fan of the authors that seek to explore the commonality that exists within all sexualities and genders. Most of K. Lynn’s work features LGBT characters, many of whom are in established relationships and show how love perseveres through every trial and tribulation that life holds. She also has a particular interest in seeing transgender characters gain a larger foothold within the LGBT fiction genre, hoping that the market for these works expand in the future.

I’ll tell you what’s up with me. I just sent back my final edits for “Star Catcher,” my sci-fi erotic romance being pubbed with Liquid Silver Books. I’m super excited! Not sure what my publication date is yet, and I have a cover mock-up I’m waiting to be finalized before I flash it around.

I’ve also been working on creating a book trailer, which has been a fun (and time-consuming) experience. I could tell as I played background music and watched it over and over again last night that my husband wanted to say, “Just pick one, already!” But I’m a little bit of a perfectionist, and not one to settle until I’m absolutely sure there isn’t something better around the corner. That being said, I think I found the perfect music and I’m waiting to put my book cover in before finalizing that little project.

I’m rethinking my beginning to my rock star book, as well as the title. I may start things off with a big bang (every pun intended) to kick things up a notch with my spice weasel and cut out some telling later in the story. Also, that will give me the opportunity to write some eighteen-year-old twink sex, which could be fun.

Speaking of twink sex, I’m also working on a story for the GoodreadsLove Has No Boundaries event. Here is my thread so you can check out my pic/prompt. That’s right, it’s a gymnast, in his skivvies, with a pompadour. Not to be confused with Mr. Green, in the Library, with the candlestick. I think I’m about halfway done with this story, as I’m targeting around 10 K words. Apparently, someone wrote about 80 K last year. I’m crazy, but I’m not that crazy. I also have other stuff on my plate.

My goal is to get my first rock MS out by the end of this month. I also saw a few short story calls I was salivating over, so I’ll see if I can get some shorts cranked out/buffed and sent.

And then I can finally get back to my second rock star book, “Double Takes.” At least I got my boys out of the shower a while back. Oh, and fun dribs and drabs of plot have been coming to me on my witch story, so I’m getting excited about hitting that baby again.

So there you have it. Looks like a plan. Now to get the hubs back to work and the hobbits off to school so I can actually get something done.

This sounds like a post about planning to get laid and then having it backfire, doesn’t it? Or, is that just my perverted take on it? Well, it’s not. If I plan to get laid, I get laid, dammit.

Last month, I decided to whip out 20,000 words for a sub call about witches for Total-E-bound. They are planning their Halloween releases, and it sounded right up my alley. Of course, in true Kimber fashion, I over-shot on my plot. I sent my psuedo-novella to Lefty—-my wing-woman, my sounding board, my editor, and BFF—-who, in true Lefty fashion, asked me where the hell the rest of my story was and made fun off my bitchy heroine and typos.

Cooking Witches – Unknown Date (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, the upper word limit was 20K and that’s where I stopped. There was no “rest of.” But Lefty confirmed my fears. I knew while I was writing it that I had a ton going on and the page-space was running out under my fingers. I rushed some things and left way too many questions unanswered. So, “Spelling Trouble” goes back to the drawing board. I have a nice first 1/3 of a novel. 😛

Thankfully, Lefty is not only brutally honest, she’s also a wicked-awesome-plot-bunny-wrassler-extraordinaire. If the science ever permits it, I’d like to have her head sewn on my shoulders so we can combine our evil forces and take over the world.

Lefty, the hubs and I saw a commercial for “I Killed My BFF” last night, and I knew in a heartbeat that you are the one I would kill if I was on that show. I love you, man!

I really wanted to title this “Interview with a Vampire-Leprechaun” since it’s St. Patty’s weekend and both vampires and leprechauns come up in this interview. But, alas, I didn’t actually interview a vampire-leprechaun. Sound’s both exciting and dangerous–I’d be all trying to get his gold and he’d be all trying to suck my blood, meanwhile, there’d be the interview. It could be anyone’s game.

Okay, enough with the bloody shenanigans. I did, in fact, interview M/M erotica/erotic romance author, Max Vos. It was a good time (maybe not vampire-leprechaun good, but I don’t want that comparison to diminish the experience). Max was sweet enough to put up with my silliness, and for that, I thank him.

Ready. Set. Go!

So, Max, I hear you wrote a vampire novel that isn’t your average blood-sucking yarn. Wanna tell us a bit about that and what makes it different?

I did. I did it on a dare actually. I wrote it during NaNoWriMo. I had a really difficult time in getting it started. The vampire thing has been so overdone and I didn’t want to do the same ol’ same ol’, ya know? So I basically wrote the whole thing in less than three weeks. Once I got started, and knew where it was going, it almost wrote itself.

This story doesn’t really focus on the vampire aspect, but on the plot of the story. It just so happens that there is an entire platoon of vampire Marines. And who doesn’t love a hot and hunky Marine? I guess that is what makes it different.

Is there a particular author or book that first turned you on to writing gay erotic romance? Who or what was it?

What got me started writing was a now dear friend, Susan. She hit me up on a social site wanting to know about M/M relationships and how a Dom/sub relationship works between men. We got to be quite close while she was writing her book in this genre. She then sent me a few M/M erotic romance books, and I was hooked. She talked me into writing a few stories. The first story I wrote got published, which shocked the hell out of me.

I had also read Josh Lanyon’s book on how to write M/M erotic books, which helped a lot. I mean, I hadn’t done any type of creative writing since I was in high school. I was pretty much forced to retire, (I was a Chef) when my feet became so bad I couldn’t stand for the hours needed, so I was really looking for something to do. Now I love it and can’t seem to stop writing.

How would you describe your writing style?

How would I know? LOL I will have to answer that by saying what others have said about my style I guess. Hard hitting, gritty, emotional, extremely graphic. I hold nothing back as to how real gay men have sex.

Are there sub-genres or themes that tend to pop up frequently in your work (paranormal, contemporary, sci-fi, horror)? If so, what are they?

Well, the only Paranormal book I’ve written is the Vamp book, “The V-Unit.” I do have a tendency to write about Marines. I have to admit, I do have a thing about them. Although a lot of my short stories have chefs or cooking in them. I have three stories in print with Ravenous Romance, and two of them have something to do with cooking.

The first was “Cooking English”, which is in “My First Threesome.” The other one, just released last month was “Hot Peppers” published in “Snowed In.” I was asked to do another ménage story, so I did a follow-up with “Hot Peppers.” Don’t have a publishing date on that one yet. The other published one was about geeks, so I put a fireman and a hot geek together. I have to admit, I kind of knew the geek in real life, and he is very true to form. LOL

Let’s say you were abducted by aliens. Why did they choose you and why did they consequently let you go?

Oh hell, what a question. Hmmm, okay…they chose me because I can cook a mean Beouf Bourguignon (French Beef Stew).

They let me go because I’m a royal pain in the ass, and stubborn as a mule.

While you’re writing/planning—music or no music? If music, what kind?

Ahhh, I get up early, because I’ve been getting up early for so many years I can’t help it. So first thing is I turn on the news, and have it going on the background. I normally turn it off at nine in the morning, and then it is music the rest of the day. Classical all the way. I have a pension for Chopin. United Kingdom radio is my go to station on the computer.

When it comes to choosing a love interest, what are your three must-haves that start with the letter S. What are your three absolute turn offs (I’ll be nice and let them start with any letter).

Oh how awfully kind of you, LOL. Let’s see…the letter S.

How about SEXY.

Smoldering eyes. For me eyes are very important. They say so much about a person.

Shapely ass. How’s that. A man should have a great ass. LOL

Now for the peeves or turn offs. The first one would have to be shaving. A real man doesn’t shave his pubes into the shape of a heart. TOTAL turn off.

Trimming of chest hair. If you have it, flaunt it. I like a furry man personally, and that is a huge turn off to be all manscaped.

Bad breath. Nothing worse than to lean into a hot man and have stank breath hit you in the face.

Oh, I hear ya there! You’re talking to the girl who brushes the enamel off her teeth. Bad oral hygiene makes me insane. Now I’ve got the old Close Up toothpaste theme song stuck in my head.

What’s the meanest thing you ever did to one of your characters?

I killed his ass. He was a sweet and innocent kid from the Midwest, but he just had to go. LOL

Sweet and innocent, huh? Sounds like he was asking for it.

You have a story in “Geek Lust.” Can you give us a quick teaser for that short story?

“Geek Lust” was fun to write. As I think I said, I knew the geek from years ago.

Here’s a little bit of “Geek on Fire.” –

Eric thought it was cute the way Al kept trying to avert his eyes away from his own pointy nipples, sticking out from his t-shirt. Damn, he was so adorable, Eric thought.

Without thinking, Eric pulled Al into his arms and pressed his lips to the other mans. Caught off guard, Al’s mouth opened from shock, allowing Eric full access to the other man’s warm, moist orifice.

Al seemed to protest after the initial shock wore off, but quickly gave in, as the kiss hastily turned passionate. Eric’s tongue reached for Al’s tonsils, plunging repeatedly towards the back his throat. The longer the kiss lasted, the more Al relaxed into Eric’s body.

Tell us a little about your latest release or project. Where can we find it?

Well, I love doing shorts. I think they are fun, and a quick and easy read in this hectic and busy time for everyone. Another author, CR Guiliano, and I are each doing a St. Patty’s Day-themed story. We each are going to post them for free on our own blogs. It is the age old question of how different women write M/M fiction than men. Josh Lanyon has hit upon this several times, so we are going to put it to the test. Even though we both write in this genre, I think we have totally different styles. I look forward to how our readers will respond.

The lovely Tallulah Rose has orchestrated this flash fiction weekly prompt. She’s so good. Between 100 and 1000 words, based on a photo; check it out next time and see if you are inspired to do a little freewriting!

Here is the picture:

After you read mine, see what other offerings are floating around in the ether by clicking the pic above. I think the photo lends itself to a variety of genres, particularly smut and horror. And so, I mix and match. 🙂

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This is not a brothel.

I guess “brothel” would imply an exchange of payment, and we never took money for our services. I think the words on the knocker got us more patrons than a gaudy sign flashing the word “sex” over and over ever could have. And somehow, they all walked through the door expecting to find their most scandalous desires manifested.

They often did.

We tried not to disappoint. After all, the more they enjoyed themselves, the better they tasted.

I often thought we were like the pear upside-down cake I always made for our staff Yule party. Before I flipped over the pan, it looked like a straight-forward cake–light and fluffy, enough to satisfy any sweet-tooth. That’s how the girls and I looked to the men who came sniffing around.

Until the doors locked behind them, and we tossed the dish over and revealed the sticky bottom; then, our blackened brown-sugar side was obvious. It was still syrupy sweet, almost intolerably cloying, but they never ran for the exits. They always sampled until the bitter end.

And the knocker continued to crack against our door every night. The sound always made me salivate.

I love chicken.

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200 words

That’s really all I can manage. 🙂 I’ll admit, the chicken part was just to get it to a nice, round 200. I have a hard spot for 200-word stories. Chicken is actually only okay in my book.

I’d like to say that I was travelling, backpacking across Europe and didn’t have one of those plug converter thingies. Or that I was abducted by aliens and just returned from the probing of a lifetime. Or even that I was called to the bedside of a rich and ailing great-aunt to be told that if I nurse her for her last two weeks of life, I would receive her entire inheritance. And now I’m rich and trying to drown the horror of the last fortnight in a vat of gin.

Alas, I’ve still only ever been to Germany and that was thirteen years ago, my ass feels just fine, and all of my middle-class relatives are alive and kicking. Sadly, I also don’t have a “vat” of gin.

So, what the fuck have I been doing lately that I’ve shirked my blogging duties so tremendously? Ehhhh…

Well, lets start with the writing. I found out recently that my novelette-sized M/M erotica called ‘Bound by Ink’ was accepted by Storm Moon Press for their “Written in Flesh” anthology. I am so stoked about this as it’s a double milestone for me. It’s my first gay erotica that will be published and my first longer story that, after it spends a year wedged in what is sure to be a delightfully steamy book about tattooed men getting busy, it will be released solo as an e-book. So, only my name on the cover. Did you get that? Only my name on the cover. I actually just repeated that for myself because those words are almost better than sex. Almost. Yippee ki-yay motherfather.

I’ve also been working on a full length gay romantica novel. Currently in the 26K department (with a 40k goal) and a little stalled because I forced myself to do my fourth read-through of my 40K hetero alien erotica and send to beta readers. I’m sorta stuck on a name for this one, but we’ll call it “The Star Catcher” for now and maybe I’ll run some sort of naming poll or contest. I love the name “Sextraterrestrial,” but don’t think I can be taken seriously with such a title. Because, otherwise, I can be taken seriously, of course.

Gee, that contest thing is a swell idea, Beav! I’d love to do some t-shirt giveaways. If only I had some t-shirts.

What else? Well, my horror persona has a recent anthology release and a blog tour (sometimes I feel like a cheating spouse, bouncing between blogs like a horny housewife when her husband’s away). That little minx has another antho release set for mid June and a couple of deadlines to get some short stories finished and sent. She is also working on a horror novel…very…very…slowly. But, whenever she gets it all worked out and written, boy-ola is it gonna kick ass. Maybe. And no zombies, this time.

And finally, the kids are wrapping up school and there are final projects and performances and baking and meetings for Sunday School teachers and bible camp helpers (if this makes you laugh, go ahead and join me in the mirth. I, too, can see the irony).

And I babysat Satan yesterday, but I’ll keep that story in my front pocket and smoke it when the urge strikes me. Suffice it to say, everyone is alive and well and I plan to never again fall prey to that bit of neighborly niceness. Asshat.

And the first issue is up for grabs–gratis–for a limited time! Check out some fun new voices in horror, excellent chilling photography, and insight into the writing/publishing/editing world all for free!

My bizarro flash fiction ‘Mental Floss’ was graciously included in this zine so go snap up your download before the lovely ladies at Sirens Call change their minds!

Like how I did that? The double title? One to be all cute and crafty and one to let you know what the actual blog post it pertaining to? I’d say the idea was all mine, but that would be a lie. And I am a crap liar. Also a shitty secret-keeper. FYI: If you tell me you have a secret, I will swear up and down that I will never breathe a word of it over my favorite dog’s dead body. Then you tell me, and I blab it EVERYWHERE. I don’t have a favorite dog, and I cannot refrain from spilling my (your) guts to random strangers on the street. So do yourself a favor and keep it to yourself. Just sayin’.
But I digress. How unusual.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank the HBO show “Hung.” It took me a week to figure out what program I have watched with any regularity that uses the dual title thing. I should have known! And to promo “Hung” (because they need me to do so on my piddly-ass blog thing) the male hooker, what’s his face–Thomas Jane, is hotter than a ball sack with a cup on for the whole nine innings.

Did you like how I did that? I don’t even watch basketball. Go figure.

So I’m twittering the other day and I come across this tweet about, “Can there be suspense when you already know everyone will die?” Now, the author of said tweet provided a (now evident) link to his blog, which was a review of the latest Final Destination movie. Gotta be number 12 or there-about. So, I respond without looking at the link, thinking that this is a deep question for writers and quite in keeping with my (failed) plan to blog on suspense for a bit. And BINGO was his name O. Right? Wrong.

Yes. I am a Nit-Twit. I’m getting better, though, and seeking online council from a variety of smut writers, beer brewers, and various other persons willing to “be friends” with me, or whatever the Tweet version of that Facebook shite is.

Anyway, I dive bomb in with an intriguing and well-thought-out answer (por supuesto). I twat, “You can always play with the when,” and “If the reader cares about the characters, there can still be suspense, even in certain death.”

I thought I was onto something. And the whole line of thought got me stuck on “On the Beach.” You know, that old school book set in a futuristic 1960-something about a group of people living in Australia following a nuclear holocaust? They are just waiting for the fallout to reach them and snuff their lives out slowly and painfully. There are people starting relationships, babies, and gardens. And offing themselves, if I remember correctly.

That was the play on “when” I was considering. It’s been a while since I read it, and it may deserve a revisit just for nostalgia’s sake. And while not the epitome of suspense, this dated book kept me reading, and crying, and wondering what will happen until the end. Now, granted, I was a nerdy little kid when I read it. Perhaps it would not strum me so hard today. Was it white-knuckle material? Not by a flower-pot, but it was moving, and thought-provoking, and stayed with me as an example of subtle horror done right.

And, while I cannot remember precisely thinking that “there must be a way for them to live” I know that I was. That is my nature. It is fiction (realistic for the time, yes) but where there is an imagination, there is always a way, no? It is the nature of the pen.

Same with stupid sequels to a movie that never should have had a second. It’s fiction. And they defy death throughout. At least in the first one, two characters survive, right? My memory of that film is as foggy as “On the Beach,” but the hero and heroine make it, right?

Until next time when they are reborn with different faces and suffer most disturbingly for denying death his just cheese cake.

Well, the twitterer seemed to think the whole “when” thing was invalid and reminded me that he was referring to a specific blog post

(Yes; I am a twitter douche bag. So don’t friend me if you think I am not worthy of following your book’s rise to mediocrity or your “too adorable for words” cat photos).

The tweeter added, within his allotted character count, to say that I was correct about the “caring about the character” part. Unfortunately, that was the entire point of his post. So no points for me. And no one cares about the Final D 2011 characters, although people will still, apparently, pay money to see them in the theaters.

If only he realized I never even read the blog until after I felt like a jackass.
Oh wait…I guess he did.

So, that concludes my most recent rectal ramblings. Stay tuned as I plan to denigrate the Holy Bible, or at least major parts of it, in a future post. That, or write a poem about Clammy Clams. Maybe both.